[Onni makes a noncommittal noise in his throat at the 'cool' and turns his attention back to the branch. The kick and the twisting seem to have done it for the base of the branch, where the wood is thickest. Giving it another solid yank, with another little grunt of effort, he pulls it away from the tree and turns it in his hands, inspecting it.

After a moment, his pale eyes flick back up to his new companion. Toki.]

I didn't think there was anyone around either, but it looks like there's at least two.

[A little noise of affirmation in his throat, and then he looks at the stick again, turning it and starting to work at bending it again, trying to crack off the thinner part of the branch toward the tip.]

Yes. A spear. Unfortunately, I don't seem to have a knife to sharpen it.